Drugs

by P.K.

So now little man, you've grown tired of grass,
LSD, Goofballs, Cocaine, and Hash.
And someone, pretending to be a true friend,
"I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin" I said.

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You thing you could never become a disgrace
And you end up addicted to poppy seed waste,
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
You'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I have entered deep down in you veins,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll need lots of money (as you have been told);
For darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle you mother; and just for a buck,
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
And feel contrntment when I'm in your arm.
The day when you realize the monster you've grown,
You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think that you've got the mystical knack,
Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot-
The hot chils and cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, and there's no need to look;
For deep down inside, you will know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pusher, and then,
You'll welcome me back to your arm once again.
And when you return (just as I foretold:),
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up you morals, your conscience, you heart,
And you will be mine until,

DEATH DO US PART!